"Whatever You Do, Do ALL To The Glory of God!" 

1 Corinthians 10:31

 

      Jesus was a Carpenter of Nazareth.  It is impossible to exhaust the significance of the fact that for the greater part of His life on earth the Son of God toiled with His hands in a workshop, which Henry Drummond said, "is not a place for making engines so much as a place for making men."  A workshop was where our Lord devoted skill and labor that went into those yokes and ploughs and cottage tables and they were all rendered as an offering to God.  Even then, Jesus was "about His Father's business," and toil has been hallowed forever. The distinction between secular and sacred vanishes.  Hard work, whether manual labor, the duty of the businessman or the everyday duties of the mother and homemaker, are sacred when done as under the eyes of God and for Him

 

                        Very dear the cross of shame,

                        Where He took the sinner's blame.

                        But He walked the same high road,

                        And He bore the self-same load.

                       When as Carpenter of Nazareth

                        He made common things for God.

 

      Thank you, Dear Lord Jesus, not only for dying for us, but for showing us how to live our lives in such a way that, transformed by Your Spirit, they become a holy offering to God. 

    

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                                      Shut In …

 

A little bird am I shut from the fields of air;

And in my cage I sit and sing to Him who placed me there;

Well pleased a prisoner to be, because my God it pleases Thee.

 

My cage confines me round; abroad I cannot fly;

But though my wing is closely bound, my heart’s at liberty.

My prison walls cannot control the flight, the freedom of my soul.

 

Oh, it is grand to soar these bolts and bars above

To Him whose purpose I adore, whose providence I love!

And in Thy mighty will to find the joy, the freedom of the mind.

                                                                       

Written by Madam Guyon (1648-1717)

From her Castle-prison